''' Capitalization '' Poem by Bri Mar

As the stock markets crash,
They're all in a dash,
Solely to increase their stake,
Stealing what is the workers cash,
They love being on the take.

It's in the name,
Fortune and fame,
For the one who commits most sins,
To them it's all a high stakes game,
While we lose the rich kid wins.

You shed a tear,
They have no fear,
It's a game they can never lose,
Your money doesn't disappear,
It just ends up where they choose.

They have no feeling,
It's insider dealing,
Playing poker with peoples money,
While the commoner is the one left reeling,
These rich kids find it funny.

You beg steal and borrow,
They know no sorrow,
For your plight they just don't care,
Here today and gone tomorrow,
For corruption they have flair.

What I'm saying to you,
Is 100% true,
Morality is not on their list,
Riches regardless are what they accrue,
Common decency just doesn't exist.

Be in no doubt,
The law they will flout,
In truth it's a form of fraud,
But we are the ones who'll be left without,
Money I'm afraid is their God.

While they drink champagne,
We feel the pain,
They are greedy beyond imagination,
Our protests they then treat with disdain,
Their crime is called,

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